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anonymous asked:

Hello, Not sure if this is of interest, but here's a recent review of Grantchester from my local paper in Australia. We are 1 episode behind. "This was one of my standout shows of last year. Which is strange, because, at under 60, I'm not exactly their target demo. Still it had an edge to it that I love, thanks to James Norton's Reverend Sidney Chambers. Tonight he's swing dancing at the local pub with his beloved (swoon), but trouble's brewing." Claire Rigden Sunday Mail TV Guide

Thank you so much! Of course we are always interested in reviews of Grantchester and in anything related to our beloved Sidney Chambers. I can assure you, a lot of Grantchester fans are under 60! That’s not surprise, because James Norton is undeniably appealing no matter how old you are, the characters are interesting, the drama is riveting, the cast is brilliant.  And a *swoon* is always certain with the dancing vicar…

(Gifs are mine and @norton-addiction ’s)

Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of April 2-8, 2017

Look, queen…

ARIES (March 21 – April 19)

Okay, so you’re like, on a different wavelength than the rest of us this week. This is usually the time (for some reason) where bitches are running around frantic with the amount of overwhelming shit they have to do, but you’re all like, “Spring Break, WOOOOOO!” Look, queen, we want you to keep going with that, but maybe don’t be so fucking overt about it. Some of us have to work.

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)

So a big change is set to happen in your life within a few months, and if it was any other bitch, the normal reaction would be a huge freakout. But not you. You’re a fucking sea of calm. I mean more power to you, but this mode is making others uncomfortable. In looking at chu, these other hos may think that you just don’t give a rats ass how your big change could affect them. Look queen, it’s not your nature to cater to the other gurls, but at least just let them know that you care about what’s coming.

GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)

People recognize and respect your ability to formulate theories and your willingness to keep an open mind. But sometimes, bitches just want to know what you really think without you referencing all these fancy fucking anecdotes you keep in your mental arsenal. Look, queen, hos are overwhelmed right now. When they ask you a question, be direct. B. E. Direct.

CANCER (June 22 – July 22)

Sometimes, the more you plan your week, the more disappointed you get when things take fucking longer than expected. It’s stressful enough to have a pile of shit to do without time being a factor. Look, queen, this week is just gonna be a shitshow. The earlier you recognize and anticipate that, the more you’ll be able to accept and be at peace with the universe when the barista screws up your Starbucks.

LEO (July 23 – August 22)

Oh, gurl, why are you even going there? And by “there,” I mean that dark place that contains all your neuroses, apprehensions and regrets about bad memories from distant past. Look queen, if you’re trying to harness your tolerance for bad shit because you think something horrible is about to happen, this is not the way to go. Huddling up on your own is not a good idea right now. You need to be among the bitches who love and accept yo ass. #textthem

VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)

Here are just some of the things that annoy you: inefficiency, business e-mails on a Sunday, and people who walk their dogs without leashes (it’s careless, selfish, with a dash of lazy). Look queen, I’ll be the first one to tell a ho to wait at least 24 hours before speaking up when bitches do these things, but sometimes, you just gotta let someone have it, right on the muthafucking spot.

LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)

You need to be careful what you’re promising other bitches. You may think you have something in the bag, but have you looked in there lately? Look, queen, there is no need to make any big proclamations about the future right now because any ho within hearing distance may start making life-altering adjustments to their routine all willy-nilly. The least you can do is wait a few fucking days. 

SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)

Look, queen, existing in two planes is not usually your gig (that’s more of a PISCES thing), but not this week. Get ready for a tug of war between your default intense nature which usually anchors you to the ground, and your awakened exploratory instincts that are more apt to search for new experiences to find meaning, even if it’s at a clearance bin at cRoss Dress For Less. As far as internal conflicts go, it’s better than a post-Chipotle experience.

SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)

Thanks to a rut in one of your key relationships, your zodiac sign isn’t the only thing that has “SAG” in it. Could it be that maybe you’ve waited too long as far as even attempting to make any repairs in this partnership? Look, queen, if there’s even a nugget of anything that is worth saving in this union, I fucking urge you to get thee to fixing that shit. Immediately, if not sooner.

CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)

The minute some bitch gets all emotional on you this week, you’re out. You are a firm believer that there is a place and time for catering to other hos “outbursts,” and your business vicinity ain’t it. Look, queen, I know that you’re focused on rolling up your sleeves and getting shit done but you also have to recognize that this person in front of you may not just be some employee.

AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)

You’ve been on-the-go so much, that you’ve grown accustomed to always trying to get shit done. The idea of rest is so fucking alien to you now that you’ve trained yourself to sleeping only four hours a night. Look queen, that shit adds up. Instead of being so worried about the countless duties you have to do, why not sit back, relax and celebrate what you have accomplished?

PISCES (February 19 – March 20)

So you do this thing where, when you’re critiquing others, you like to bookend that shit with unnecessary piles of praise and encouragement. We think that you do this as a way to pad the blow. Look, queen, I’m not saying that you should stop that shit. All I’m saying is that we can see what you’re doing. We’re onto you, gurl, thanks to our PISCES Opinion Filter, now available in all colors of the fucking rainbow.

(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)

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Son direction! Cheryl gives birth to a baby boy with Liam Payne
Cheryl and Liam Payne have had their first child, a baby boy, born in a private ward at London’s Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, last week.

She is one of Britain’s biggest stars but managed to keep her pregnancy hidden for an astonishing eight months. And now it appears Cheryl has gone one better – keeping the birth of her first child a secret, too.

The Mail on Sunday can reveal that the former X Factor judge had a boy last week in a private ward at London’s Chelsea and Westminster Hospital, with her partner, One Direction singer Liam Payne, at her side.

The 33-year-old kept fans guessing for months before confirming her pregnancy in the most public way – at a L’Oreal photoshoot, in which she posed in a close-fitting black dress and cradled her bump.

Friends said at the time that she had kept the pregnancy a secret because she didn’t want to ‘jinx her happiness’ after years of bad luck in relationships.

Cheryl first spoke of her desire to be a mother back in 2012, telling GQ magazine: ‘I love kids, I’m obsessed with babies. I know that’s what I was put on the Earth to do – to be a mother.’

And she revealed that she already had a favourite boy’s name lined up: Alfie.

Speculation that the singer had already birth grew last week after her fans pointed to strange activity on her Instagram account. The former Girls Aloud singer ‘liked’ several friends’ baby bump photos, and asked for tips on childcare from her chum Kourtney Kardashian.

Liam, 23, also shared a cryptic tweet that read: ‘Creep around and stay quiet in the morning’ – taken by fans as a sign there was a baby at home.

The couple first met in 2009 when Liam, then a wannabe pop star, auditioned on The X Factor.

They started dating early last year, when Cheryl was in the process of divorcing her second husband, the French restaurateur Jean-Bernard Fernandez-Versini.

junowaffles  asked:

Okay, I want to know if either Keith or Shiro ever got so drunk, that one of them bought an exotic animal and forget about it. Also could the animal be the same color has their lions?

[The Voltron Family] Shiro came back in with the mail. The kids were still sleeping since it was only 7am on a Sunday. As he went through with all the mails, he handed the ones meant for Keith on the table. Keith was drinking his usual cold chocolate drink as he gathered his mail. Shiro sat down across his husband in the breakfast table as he grabbed his tea. 

Keith: *goes through the letters* Electric bill, water bill… *hums* *opens the electric bill one* *eyes widens* My god.
Shiro: *raises an eyebrow at Keith*
Keith: Our bill is $1000 for this month. *gapes at Shiro* What on earth did we do this month that we used too much electricity??
Shiro: Hmmmm. *ponders* It’s summer, Keith. It’s to be expected.
Keith: But $1000? Did we suddenly have centralized air conditioning?
Shiro: You know, I was actually going to discuss that with you.
Keith: No, Shiro. We are not going to have centralized air conditioning. We have three floors in case you forgot. *rolls eyes* *mutters* This family needs to know how to save. We have a swimming pool for a reason. Use that if you feel so hot. *grumbles while glaring at the bill*
Shiro: Then our water bill will—
Keith: It’s cheaper than electricity. So. Plus, books are available for entertainment. We’ll have a family meeting about game console usage.
Shiro: *chuckles* You can’t do that, Keith! It’s their source of fun! 

Shiro just shook his head at his husband. He went back to his own mail, opening the credit card bill.

Shiro: *eyes widens* Keith.
Keith: Hmmm? *looking at the other bills*
Shiro: Did you somehow buy something worth $8000?
Keith: *snaps his head towards Shiro* What? Why would I buy something that’s worth $8000? Who in the right mind would?
Shiro: Keith. *shows him the bill* I swear to god, I did not buy anything this much. At least not in these past few months.
Keith: *shock* So you think I would?

Both obviously didn’t have any idea where the big amount came from, so Shiro had to call the bank to confirm.

Operator: Ah, yes, Mr. Shirogane. It says right here the purchase was done on March 31st around 11pm. 
Shiro: At 11pm? *eyes Keith*
Keith: *shrugs* 
Shiro: May I ask what was the purchased?
Operator: It was a squirrel monkey.
Shiro: *shocked* A SQUIRREL MONKEY
Keith: *eyes widens in horror*
Operator: Yes, sir. They are really expensive too.
Shiro: And this was using… my credit card? 
Operator: Yes, sir. *continues explaining and giving more details*
Shiro: *gulps* Yeah, okay, thank you.

Shiro placed down his phone on the table and saw Keith’s head buried in his stack of mail, groaning… in pain

Shiro: Keith. 
Keith: I was out on March 31st with Kuro. Remember that time? I got drunk.
Shiro: *crosses arms* Yes, I was informed. You wouldn’t stop kissing me. You called me a “sex god.”
Keith: *groans* Don’t remind me. Not my best night. *head still buried*
Shiro: You were drunk, I get that. But how did a squirrel monkey get into the picture?
Keith: *moves head to the side to look at Shiro* I may or may have not entered an exotic pet shop.
Shiro: And?
Keith: And the monkey was yellow and it reminded me of Hunk. I wanted to get Hunk the monkey. So I purchased it. *bites lip*
Shiro: Using my card?
Keith: Yeah. We used your car that night, so. *shuts eyes in shame*
Shiro: Okay. *takes a deep breath* Okay. May I ask where this 8 grand monkey is now? 
Keith: *slowly opens eyes* That’s the thing. I don’t know. 
Shiro: What do you mean you don’t know?
Keith: I mean it as it is. I feel like I might have… released it somewhere. I dunno. It’s a bit blurry.
Shiro: You let go of an 8 grand monkey… in the city.
Keith: Forest, maybe. I dunno. There were trees. 
Shiro: Keith.
Keith: I’m sorry! I’ll pay for that $8000 no big deal!!! *panics*
Shiro: *can’t really stay mad* *chuckles* 
Keith: *looks up* You’re… not mad?
Shiro: I mean, I am. That’s 8k, Keith! But you’ll pay for it anyway so that’s not my problem anymore.
Keith: *pouts*
Shiro: I am amused you bought an exotic animal and forgot about it though.
Keith: Remind me not to get drunk with your brother again. *rolls eyes*
Shiro: You’re not getting anywhere near alcoholic drinks again. Who knows what you might buy next time. I don’t want a lion in this— *stops to think about* Actually, that might—
Keith: TAKASHI, NO. 

anonymous asked:

you arent really irish until you astral projected to centra to buy 10 benson and a sunday mail and wake up as ryan tubridy

Are u ok

so i was talking to @softestisak and @monstermonstre and we’re talking about today’s clip and how … idk? it just seemed so … random? for noora to give out her mail id and password just like that, and now sana and sara both know what they are.

then, @softestisak suggested that “maybe sana might send a mail to william”

and then … it clicked.

bc noora mentioned on sunday how she tried to send a mail to william but she just couldn’t muster herself to press send in the end.

i feel like, if worse comes to worse, sana might just do that. for noora. either go into noora’s drafts, read them, edit them a bit and send them, or type a fresh one out and send it him.

bc she wants to help noora move on from william, bc she’s trying to be a good friend, who wants to help her friend and ease her pain in some small way.

but maybe …. noora might not react too well to that. or maybe she could. but, this is just an idea based off everything we’ve gotten material wise this week so far.

Benedict Cumberbatch names his second son after Shakespearean hero Hal – who close friend Tom Hiddleston played in BBC drama 

By Charlotte Griffiths and Daisy Collingwood For The Mail On Sunday

PUBLISHED: 20:50 EDT, 25 March 2017 | UPDATED: 20:51 EDT, 25 March 2017

Sophie Hunter and actor Benedict Cumberbatch have had their second child

He has yet to formally announce the news – but Benedict Cumberbatch has become a father for the second time.

The actor’s wife, Sophie Hunter, 39, gave birth to their second son at the £1,200-a-night Portland Hospital in London on March 3. And in true thespian style, Cumberbatch named his boy after a Shakespearean hero.

Hal was the nickname Henry V had before he became the hero of Agincourt. But in choosing the name, Cumberbatch could also be acknowledging his affection for fellow screen star Tom Hiddleston.

The pair starred together in 2012 in The Hollow Crown, an amalgamation of Shakespeare’s history plays in which Cumberbatch played Richard III and

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anonymous asked:

okay but is there a possibility that the name could still be changed? Because if I'm gonna have to deal with that, I would prefer it to be a more normal one (but I would have liked it more if his surname hadn't been payne cause that's a terrible pun lmao)

Hi anon,

Yeah, the name can be changed on the certificate within the first year of birth. +

After that, it would be a change via deed poll.  

After all, it is the Prince of Wales, more than anyone else in the Royal Family who has paved the way for a discussion of psychology – despite the famously stiff upper lip of his own father, Prince Philip.

It was Charles who had the honesty to admit that he had a thoroughly rotten time at boarding school, and Charles who took the rare step of admitting his own resort to therapy in the course of a difficult marriage.

In fact, whether he is supposed to be ‘talking to the plants’ or discussing ‘holistic’ wellbeing, it is Charles who for 40 years has been publicly mocked for daring to speak about the subject of mental health.

It seems a particular irony that he should be cut out of the discussion just now.

—  Robert Jobson, Commentator on The Mail on Sunday

Life After George

Much more engaging is the hero of the week’s second and infinitely more substantial new play, Life After George, by Australian writer Hannie Rayson.  But then any man as scruffy, mercurial and intellectually flirtatious as the gorgeously Geordie-accented Peter George is going to be dangerously attractive, and even more so when played by the divine Stephen Dillane.  Rayson’s play endeavours to discover whether George and his radical ideas are worth the attention he attracts. The Mail on Sunday Sunday, February 24, 2002 by Georgina Brown


I now view my dyslexia as a bonus.
I might not have become an actress without it. My parents suggested speech and drama lessons to build my self-esteem. I loved it and found my voice. From being a shy, nervous person, by 16 I was making a living from acting. I’d love to be a dyslexia ambassador: I’d campaign for those with it to receive support at school.

Kara Tointon | Mail on Sunday You magazine, January 2017

Ringleaders - Chapter Two.

Here is the original ask for this prompt.
Here is the announcement for this project!

Prologue. Chapter One. Chapter Three

He’s been called many things in his short years of life- Kuroo is very tempted to start a list of the aliases and accusations that have been leveled at him for the past few years because they’ve definitely piled up along with an extensive bullet-pointed page of all his issues.

‘Vigilante’ made him laugh, ‘thug’ made him shrug, and ‘troublemaker’ made him grin. Tonight’s one of the thug nights, the streets seem to be teeming more and more with misguided youths and corrupt gangs, clashing in the atmospheric district of the water sewage system.

It’s their regular feeding grounds, but the term ‘turf’ caught on faster than intended. They have several in their keeping, thanks to the meticulous efforts of Kenma’s infallible surveillance, and it’s Kuroo’s job to pick them out by hand, plucking them from a spreadsheet like eggs. The area, and the feed. The water sewage is one of the roughest ones- a humid, harsh contrast between antiseptic and an honest stink of fermenting shit, it functions as a satisfactory lair for kids who can take the most from life- an interesting form of the crème de la crème. They’re found without much difficulty, hovering around in their small boy scout-sized campfire meetings, waiting for unsuspecting prey to come by. It frustrates Kuroo significantly to see such faulty planning, but he’s thankful for at least being better at something than the average population- and well, if they were all his caliber, they wouldn’t need him anymore.

He approaches, lies in wait, and pounces at the opportune moment.

“Kids,” he calls out to them in his usual slick, unassuming voice, and it doesn’t surprise him in the least when at least three of them jump to their feet at the insult, “is this really the place to be on a Wednesday night? What would your mothers say?”

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Harold Mann of St. Albans points a gun as he holds 27 churchgoers at the St. Albans Church of Christ hostage, Sunday, Oct. 21, 1979.

Daily Mail photographer Bob Gay exchanged himself for another hostage to capture the images inside the church. Gay was the runner-up for a Pulitzer prize for one of his photographs of the situation in 1980.